Week 3 of a Broken Ankle

I am half way through week three of the broken ankle saga. My dog and I hung out together again today. I have not left the house in three days. I really hate this. Thank goodness my husband is taking pity on me and taking me out for dinner. I made reservations at a very nice restaurant. Heck I deserve it, having watched more television in three and a half weeks than in my entire life. At least it was premiere week of network television shows. There are some small miracles.

Besides turning my brain to mush with endless hours of watching television I also started reading a book about an author's unconventional childhood. I love this book, very funny. It does bring up memories of my childhood. Of course this book does not have infidelity and countless lies which always come out in the end my parents brought to my life. So many layers, like a fine week old onion, including the smell.

My life starts with....I was born in a small town to Marcy and Tim. Tim would not be the dad that raised me. Their marriage disintegrated long before I was born but they still managed to keep it going to have another child a couple of years later. The second child is the blessing in my life today. She has become my best friend and savior on many occasions. Especially with this broken ankle crap.

Broken Ankle

It has been three weeks since I broke my ankle. A broken ankle resulting in a total of eight screws and a plate. I am so sick of television but there really is not much to do since my ankle has to be elevated at all times per doctor's orders. I have three more weeks until the walking cast. Ah the walking cast to say I cannot wait is an extreme understatement. The real trill is the day I can wear two shoes.
My dad came to stay with me for a couple of days and as luck would have it he is apart of the broken ankle club. Two broken ankles to be exact at different times. Good golly how does someone do that? Well that would be my dad who has some of the worst luck I have ever known. He had two flat tires at the same time. Those of us are so unlucky to have one flat tire but two that is a whole new bad luck level.
He told me to be careful with my diet as I am immobile. He had gained 30 pounds and never lost it. More to worry about as if this broken ankle was not enough. Well I am happy to report since my nasty fall I have lost diet. Now I count calories all day. Great!!!